Название | Dante's Inferno: The Divine Comedy, Book One |
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Автор произведения | Данте Алигьери |
Жанр | Зарубежные стихи |
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Издательство | Зарубежные стихи |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9781434446268 |
Love’s fool, who broke her faith to Sichæus,
Dido; and bare of all her luxury,
Nile’s queen, who lost her realm for Antony.”
And after these, amidst that windy train,
Helen, who soaked in blood the Trojan plain,
And great Achilles I saw, at last whose feet
The same net trammelled; and Tristram, Paris, he showed;
And thousand other along the fated road
Whom love led deathward through disastrous things
He pointed as they passed, until my mind
Was wildered in this heavy pass to find
Ladies so many, and cavaliers and kings
Fallen, and pitying past restraint, I said,
“Poet, those next that on the wind appear
So light, and constant as they drive or veer
Are parted never, I fain would speak.”
And he,—
“Conjure them by their love, and thou shalt see
Their flight come hither.”
And when the swerving blast
Most nearly bent, I called them as they passed,
“O wearied souls, come downward, if the Power
That drives allow ye, for one restful hour.”
As doves, desirous of their nest at night,
Cleave through the dusk with swift and open flight
Of level-lifting wings, that love makes light,
Will-borne, so downward through the murky air
Came those sad spirits, that not deep Hell’s despair
Could sunder, parting from the faithless band
That Dido led, and with one voice, as though
One soul controlled them, spake,
“O Animate!
Who comest through the black malignant air,
Benign among us who this exile bear
For earth ensanguined, if the King of All
Heard those who from the outer darkness call
Entreat him would we for thy peace, that thou
Hast pitied us condemned, misfortunate.—
Of that which please thee, if the winds allow,
Gladly I tell. Ravenna, on that shore
Where Po finds rest for all his streams, we knew;
And there love conquered. Love, in gentle heart
So quick to take dominion, overthrew
Him with my own fair body, and overbore
Me with delight to please him. Love, which gives
No pardon to the loved, so strongly in me
Was empired, that its rule, as here ye see,
Endureth, nor the bitter blast contrives
To part us. Love to one death led us. The mode
Afflicts me, shrinking, still. The place of Cain
Awaits our slayer.”
They ceased, and I my head
Bowed down, and made no answer, till my guide
Questioned, “What wouldst thou more?” and I replied,
“Alas my thought I what sweet keen longings led
These spirits, woeful, to their dark abode!”
And then to them,—“Francesca, all thy pain
Is mine. With pity and grief I weep. But say
How, in the time of sighing, and in what way,
Love gave you of the dubious deeds to know.”
And she to me, “There is no greater woe
In all Hell’s depths than cometh when those who fell
Look back to Eden. But if thou wouldst learn
Our love’s first root, I can but weep and tell.
One day, and for delight in idleness,
—Alone we were, without suspicion,—
We read together, and chanced the page to turn
Where Galahad tells the tale of Lancelot,
How love constrained him. Oft our meeting eyes,
Confessed the theme, and conscious cheeks were hot,
Reading, but only when that instant came
Where the surrendering lips were kissed, no less
Desire beat in us, and whom, for all this pain,
No hell shall sever (so great at least our gain),
Trembling, he kissed my mouth, and all forgot,
We read no more.”
As thus did one confess
Their happier days, the other wept, and I
Grew faint with pity, and sank as those who die.
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